Chapter Eight

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Luke played guitar and sang. He was so good. He looked so cute when he was concentrated. He made me smile even when I was just looking at him. He looked up, noticing me staring at him, he smiled at me sweetly as I looked down in embarassment blushing.

As we started to play another The 1975 song I could see Luke looking at me in the corner of my eye. I tried not to notice but couldn't help glancing back at him. He smiled at me, his tounge pushed behind his teeth, poking out a little.

"Luke!??! You missed the beat!!" Michael yelled over-exagerating sarcastically.

"Sorreeeeeeeeyyy!" Luke yelled back laughing. He looked down, still staring at me from the top of his ultramarine eyes, his eyebrows raised, cringing sweetly.

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